Broken doll of porcelain,
The beautiful image so far away.
You stand before me broken a bit,
Chipped at the lids of your eyes there痴 a drip.
Wonder-lust and forgotten melodies,
The sadness that sings like sorrow on its knees.
There was a flicker, a shimmer of locks,
Glowing the keys long left been lost.
But there in the doll eyes, the glass with no soul.
I see the beauty shimmering, never grow old.
The porcelain stained from regrets, lots of rain.
But the stains mist away under her name.
The truth of the villain the cost of the seed.
Darling we値l love her, we値l have her to breath.
She sits with a tear a small tear on the heart,
A deep regret of sadness felt, the latter never sought.
Blissful in cynical cycles of regrets.
My darling My friend, the seashore knows best.
Her beauty encaged by the heavy harsh rain.
But I love her, I値l find her, to keep her to hide her.
Away from the horrors of standing alone,
For the beauty belongs to the Porcelain girl.
Who sits all to lifeless to life filled to small.
She does not see her, she can not be heard,
But she痴 fallen broken on the edge of the hill.
Broken doll of finery, full of life but lost for living,
Can not see the beauty of being,
Can not hear for lack of singing,
I will find her hand before, the broken cages burning her a song.
Caged flower dripping, tears of harsh self-love.
The doll set before never unloved.
We値l have her, we値l hold her, until she can walk.
We値l have her, we値l love her because she痴 like the sun,
So beautiful, so perfect in blissful awkward movements,
Doll made of porcelain chips round the eyes,
We値l love you forever because your beauty never lies.
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Submission Name: My Broken Doll (October 31 2007)
